Luyện nghe bài hát A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch

In lonely gas stations with
find rows of them for sale
Liquor-filled of Elvis Presley
Screw his head off and drink like a

His flock to such a fitting shrine
across from his ghastly mansion
A shopping mall filled with prayer rugs and Elvis

And I wonder, yeah I
Will ever take the place of Jesus in a thousand years?
wars, barbaric laws
Bloodshed worldwide over, what's left of his

A growing boy needs his
A growing boy needs his

When pesticides get we're safe up north
We just sell them to those countries
Soon there's of exotic deformed babies
Somehow that's not our

dip 'em in glaze, paint 'em orange and green
For the Arizona roadside
To sell alongside plastic burros and bird

And I wonder, I wonder
Why so many insects around us off the dead
The death squads,
Foreign aid, just it to the magic of the marketplace

A growing boy needs his
A growing boy his lunch

Everyone should love each other
Dip your toe the fire
your guns and lawsuits and love each other
Life beyond the bunker

And while you're busy in the streets
Outgrowing your hatred for all to
Jiminy found a game to play
Stick your neck out and trust, it'll be away

Jimmy your locked front doors
Rifle through sacred drawers
Line my pockets, deface your
the cows come home to me, to me, all for me

Nibbling like an earwig winding through brain
Bound like Lawrence Harvey to a bed
The migraine worse when we find out we lay eggs
And no one in all of Borneo can you scream, scream

A boy needs his lunch
A growing boy needs his
A growing boy his lunch

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